She dresses in all black
She likes to wear red and black make-up
He worries about her…
Because she always has a new cut on her wrist
On the other she wears a long red glove…
It's stained red,
From her own blood.
No matter what he does,
What he says
She just shrugs and walks away…
Up in her room she stays for endless times, all by herself.
When she comes down she has cuts and bruises covering her body.
He sits her down next to him, grabs her hands and draws them to his heart.
He says "Please stop this, stop hurting yourself."
He's crying, she slowly nods
Maybe he thought, just maybe she will and she'll understand his worry.
He's loved her for so long,
Helplessly watching her, drawn to her
She said "Im sorry" as she moved closer to him and placed her hand on his knee.
"I love you, Ive loved you for ages, but been too scared to say anything. Thinking you'll hurt yourself more."
Hugging him she sobbed "I love you too but thought you would reject me… This is why I do this." She showed her wrists with her many long red and pink scars.
"im sorry, I thought I was not worthy, too ugly and stupid for you"
"Your perfect how you are, Im sorry I just sat back and watched"
Together they pulled her from the black state she was in. He helped he, he loved her and cared for her.